Chapter 460 Ding Yushan

The thin monk withdrew his gaze from Mi Heng, and exchanged a meaningful look with the other two foundation-building monks who had not spoken a word, and they smiled in their hearts.

But at the same time, a fire of evil rose in the thin monk's heart, thinking of the snow-white body of Fairy Miao, and the charming beauty under him, which made him unable to stop every time.

Thinking back to the past, before Mi Heng came, Fairy Miao was wandering among them that night.

It was only after Mi Heng came that he secretly killed two monks who did not care about their relationship with Fairy Miao, which made the remaining few people stay away from Fairy Miao from then on.

The other two foundation-building monks saw the hidden meaning in the eyes of the thin monk with long robes, and they couldn't help but understand, and their eyes seemed to pass over Fairy Miao inadvertently.

Then they all looked up at the sky, and then slowly narrowed their eyes, as if sensing the movement in the distant horizon, but they felt something else in their hearts.

Miao Xianzi saw the instantaneous reaction of the three thin monks in long robes clearly, but she also turned a blind eye, and in her heart she also disdained "cowardly people!"

Since Mi Heng came, she can no longer enjoy the joy of being with others, which is a torture for her. But Mi Heng's cultivation is not comparable to that of others here, and he is extremely vicious, so Miao Xianzi herself dare not interact with others.

Mi Heng warned her that if she found it again, he would put a blood ban in her body, making her unable to live or die.

However, looking at the crumbling formation in front, the people behind also admired Mi Heng for a while. You know, this formation did not break under the three attacks of the owner yesterday.

They knew the manor owner's magical power. Mi Heng could break the formation that could withstand the attack of the golden elixir to such an extent. Although it took a long time, Mi Heng was really good at formation.

When ordinary foundation-building formation masters break the formation that can resist the attack of the golden elixir, the recoil force brought by breaking the ban can probably kill them. However, Mi Heng, in addition to his increasingly pale face, actually resisted the backlash of the formation ban.

With such thoughts, several people actually forgot about the manor owner for a while. Besides, they were not worried about the safety of the manor owner, but there was still one thing that made them uneasy.

After a while, a foundation-building cultivator who looked at the horizon looked at the others. After hesitating, he still said, "The matter of the young manor owner... the consequences are extremely serious. We didn't do anything yesterday. I'm afraid..." At the end of his words, the worry on his face became more and more intense.

As soon as he said this, the other people, except for the short green-robed foundation-building monk, immediately put to rest their hot thoughts.

How could they not know that the young master was the apple of the eye of the manor master and his wife's eye? Although this accidental death had nothing to do with them, they all felt a chill down their spines when they thought about the manor master's principle of always doing things based on his momentary preferences.

Even the fairy Miao's pretty face turned a little paler, and the fear in her eyes increased.

The manor master and his wife's methods of dealing with people were not something they could bear. Every time they did something wrong, they were punished, which made them feel miserable.

It was like they were being torn apart all the time. They just wanted to end their lives early, but they couldn't.

Even the short green-robed foundation-building monk, who had always been ignorant of what was going on, shivered immediately after hearing this, and his fear was self-evident.

The thin long gown monk was older after all, and his demeanor recovered first. He first looked back at the group of Qi Condensation disciples behind him with a sinister look.

They didn't deliberately lower their voices when talking here, and there were cultivators behind them, so of course they could still hear it.

When the thin long gown monk looked at him, many Qi Condensation monks behind him actually felt their legs go weak and almost knelt on the ground.

They didn't want to hear these conversations, but the people in front of them seemed to do it on purpose and didn't transmit the sound, so they had to hear it.

Then, as long as these seniors suffered at the hands of the manor owner, their fate can be imagined, and if things go wrong, it is possible that several of them will die.

Anyway, these Qi Condensation monks were all captured, and they had been restricted long ago. They usually just do some miscellaneous rough work.

With their cultivation level, if they were allowed to leave, they would probably die. Without being able to fly, although there are few monsters here, the area is wide. As long as they meet one, they probably can't resist it at a glance.

Moreover, letting them go is just a beautiful wish of theirs.

Only when these Qi Condensation disciples can successfully build their foundation, their status will be greatly improved, but then it will be the turn of the owner to plant restrictions on them personally, let alone escape from here.

It is said that the restrictions planted by the owner are more vicious. As long as the person who is planted with restrictions has the slightest thought of resistance in his heart, the owner will know it at the first time.

He only needs to think about it, and you will live a life worse than death, as if you are in the eighteenth level of purgatory at all times, and it is only a matter of thought to take your life.

The group of Qi Condensation cultivators behind all know that the people in front seem to have been twisted in their hearts.

As long as they suffer from the owner, they will often vent on these Qi Condensation disciples, and even like to torture and kill them.

So when the thin monks in long robes told them the content of the conversation without any scruples, they were already trembling with fear, knowing that some people might disappear from this world today, and they could only pray in their hearts that this disaster would not fall on their heads and let others bear it.

The thin monk in long robes looked at the people behind him with a wooden face. Every time he looked at a person, that person's body trembled and trembled more violently.

But until the end, the thin monk in long robes did not say a word, but turned his head to Mi Heng in front of him and whispered.

"As long as Brother Mi can break this formation before the owner of the manor comes back, we can capture all the monks in it, which may offset the owner's thunderous wrath, but I warn you, you must capture a few people alive and leave them for the owner to search their souls."

After he finished speaking, several foundation-building monks, including Miao Xianzi, nodded one after another.

They are now in a remote area and are basically dormant. They may not meet a cultivator for half a year. Therefore, in order to obtain information on weekdays, except for the manor owner and his wife, the cultivators in the manor rarely contact the outside world.

But the manor owner and his men also have to travel far to get the news, so the manor owner often captures a few more cultivators and brings them back, and slowly searches their souls to get the most real situation.

This time, these foreign cultivators quietly appeared here, and they must be targeting them, so of course they have to get the most accurate information from these outsiders.

In recent times, several mysterious cultivators have also come to find the owner of the manor. Their cultivation is unfathomable, and each of them has used magic to cover up their body and appearance. Even Mi Heng, who has always been the most valued by the owner of the manor, does not know who the visitor is. Only the owner, his wife and the young owner know.

But afterwards, several foundation-building cultivators in the manor can get some information from the owner of the manor. Their "big event" is about to happen, and they must be very careful in the near future.

"Don't worry, break it!" At this moment, Mi Heng, who had been continuously casting spells and sitting cross-legged in front of the formation, shouted in a low voice.

His voice revealed deep fatigue and... a hint of pride. The first half of his sentence was said to the people behind him, and the second half was a low shout to cheer him up.

Then, just as he finished speaking, everyone in the village looked at him hurriedly, and saw Mi Heng waving his hands in front of his chest like a storm.

As he waved his hands, a dazzling white light ball was growing between his hands.

As the light ball expanded, its surface had

electric arcs intertwined and flashed, making a "squeaking" sound, and the pressure emanating from the light ball became stronger and stronger, and the white light on the surface was so dazzling that everyone could not look directly at it.

At the same time, there were seven people lying, sitting, or standing in the formation, and many of them were staring at the person in front of them with anxious expressions.

There was also a person sitting cross-legged at the front of the formation. He was facing the entrance of the formation. His face was bloodshot, and veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms. His expression was ferocious.

There were still a few traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, and the white clothes on his chest were stained red with large patches of blood. At this moment, they had already dried and turned dark.

This person was holding a palm-sized bronze and worn-out formation plate in his right hand, and his left hand was constantly drawing runes. These runes flashed in the air and fell on the formation in front of him. Whenever the runes fell on the formation, the light on the formation, which was already unstable, would become slightly stable.

And this person's body trembled violently after drawing each rune.

Ding Yushan stood behind the white-clothed formation master with his hands behind his back. The flickering light on the formation made his face uncertain. This was just a normal outing to gather intelligence, but because of a wrong decision, it led to the current life-and-death situation.

Thinking of this, Ding Yushan couldn't help but feel annoyed. It was his reckless decision that might have ruined all their lives.

"It's been almost a day and a night. The Wanli Sound Transmission Note was also sent out at the first time, but why has the reinforcement not come yet? Is there something wrong with the Sound Transmission Note?"

Ding Yushan was anxious. There were a total of ten people on this trip, from three sects, all under the jurisdiction of the Pure Land Sect.

Ding Yushan returned to the sect excitedly after he and his junior brother Bao Wuxin came out of the palace under the Red Maple Pond in the Beiming Demon Suppression Tower last year.

The sect where Ding Yushan became a disciple was called "Fengxue Sect". Although the name sounds loud, it is actually a second-rate sect with only two Jindan masters in the sect.

His master is already in the middle stage of Jindan, and his master's wife has just entered the early stage of Jindan for only eleven years.

Ding Yushan and his junior brother Bao Wuxin are the eldest and second senior brothers in the sect. Their cultivation is also the highest among the disciples in the sect. They have reached the late stage of foundation building.

The two were only about fifty years old, which was considered as a gifted person in the world of immortal cultivation.

Both of them were expected to form a golden elixir within a hundred years, so among all the junior brothers and sisters, they were like geniuses, and they were also the pride of the master and mistress.

A second-rate sect could cultivate disciples that were not inferior to the four major sects, which was worthy of praise in any sect.